Switching Plans comes out this Friday, March 31. Have you preordered it yet? Well, if you haven’t, this is the week to find out if you’re going to like it or not, because I’ll be bringing you previews of the book so you get a good idea of what’s to come. Today, we meet Mistress Sasha. In Switching Plans, she shows up at least once, although if you play your cards right you’ll talk to her as many as four different times. Here’s a scene where she spanks the main character, Shawn:

“To be honest,” you say, “I never much cared for spankings that weren’t bare-bottom.”

“Then what should you be doing right now?” The words are a little too toppy for your taste, but you accept it; she does, after all, go by the title of ‘Mistress’.

You don’t answer with words; as she sits down on the bed, you undo your belt and button, taking down your jeans and your shorts. Your shirt is just long enough to hide most of your cock, which you are trying like hell to keep from turning into an erection. It happens, sure, and Mistress Sasha is a beautiful woman, but this is the first time you’ve met her in person and anyway you’re not having sex with her. Not that you wouldn’t — you definitely would — but you and Julie have closed that part of your relationship and are only having sex with each other right now.

Mistress Sasha looks at you expectantly.

“Oh! Sorry.”

You get in position and arrange yourself over her lap. She’s tall enough that, even with her curves, you can fit over her entire lap in the traditional spanking position. You put your hands on the floor to balance yourself so you don’t fall.

She runs her soft, cool palm over your backside and you shiver a bit from the excitement. It’s always a thrill when someone new touches you in an intimate spot, and while this isn’t going to be a sensual or sexual spanking touching your ass still counts as intimate contact. She chuckles a little and pats your ass. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

Even though she warned you, those first few spanks from Mistress Sasha are a little bit of a surprise. They’re firm, not exceedingly hard, and they cause little bursts of warmth as her palm comes in contact with your ass. She’s spanking you authoritatively, if that makes any sense — it feels like you imagine it does when you’re giving someone a maintenance spanking: a reminder to behave, as opposed to something that’s supposed to feel good. Maybe that’s just how she spanks.

She checks in on you after about a minute. “Everything okay?”

“Yes.” You try to make it sound like you’re enjoying yourself — which you are, but this position sometimes makes it hard to get the right message across. “You can go harder, if you want.”

“Oh, can I?”

Something in the tone of her voice makes you want to steel yourself, but you fight the urge. Then her hand comes down in a quick whack!, leaving behind a sharp sting. And, before you can really process it, whack! she swats you again, this time on the other side. These spanks do hurt — you don’t love the stinging sensation — but this is what you signed up for, and you’re going to take the spanking. After all, if you’re going to get a full session from her in about a day and a half, you’d better be able to take a short one with her hand, right?

Each time Mistress Sasha pauses and rubs your bottom, the spanks she’s piled on transmute into warm feelings, which you do like. Of course, she keeps stopping to rub and then starting to spank, just as hard as before, and you feel your wires crossing a little.

You also feel a pressure between your legs, and you do your damnedest to make it go away.

After what feels like forever but was probably less than five minutes, she tells you she’s going to give you a few hard swats. “Ready?”

“Go for it.”

You immediately regret the cavalier way you said that; whack! has become crack! — she’s spanking you harder than you expected, and it hurts quite a bit. At least she’s doing it slower, allowing the swats to sink in, but it’s still painful.

Luckily for you, she only gives you about twenty of those before stopping and resting her warm palm on your assuredly-pink bottom. “How do you feel?” she asks.

“Good.” You relax your body a bit; if she can’t handle your weight, she’ll say something. It feels nice to lie here, her hand on your backside, her other one on your back. “I really liked it.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Ready to preorder? Click here! Oh, by the way, yes, the cover model for the book is supposed to be Mistress Sasha. I figured she was important enough to the story to be my cover model.